The third Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

The students were very excited, and the students were very busy.

As expected.

At 3 pm, Snape personally ordered Argus to lead the Slytherin members to the classroom.

It was called a classroom, but it was actually a small auditorium.

It was converted into a club structure.

A long stage was placed in the center, covered with a gorgeous cloth with a crescent pattern.

Bonfires were lit around the classroom.

The ceiling had quietly turned into a bottomless black.

Many people were discussing around the stage.

"Argus, who do you think will be the professor who will form the club?"

"I guess it must be Professor Flitwick, he is the champion of the dueling competition and the dean of Ravenclaw."

"Only he has the strength and idea!"

"Haha! You're overthinking." Argus didn't even raise his eyelids.

For him, this level of duel is no different from a child's fight.

If Snape hadn't spoken, he wouldn't even look at it.

"Not Professor Flitwick?" Draco was a little confused.

"Look at this arrangement, who in the whole Hogwarts likes this kind of colorful things the most?"

Draco glanced around and seemed to have thought of something.

The smile on his face froze: "No... No way..."

"Could it be..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure he least wanted to see walked onto the stage from a distance.

Lockhart, wearing a flirty outer robe, waved to the crowd with a standard eight-tooth smile.

"Come over quickly, can everyone see me?"

"Can everyone hear me?"

Seeing that the professor coming over was Lockhart, many people couldn't help but show disappointment on their faces.

Draco looked at Argus with resentment.

"You knew it a long time ago, didn't you?"

"Why didn't you tell me in advance! It made me come here and waste my time!"

"No." Argus comforted: "At least... you can take this opportunity to teach Ron a lesson."

While speaking, Lockhart pretended to be cool and picked up his robe and threw it!

Attracted a large number of little witches to cheer.

"Very terrifying events have occurred in recent weeks, so Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to form this duel club."

"Let me train everyone, so that if it is needed one day in the future, everyone can use it to protect themselves!"

"Just like the countless defenses I have done before."

"For details, please refer to my book."

Lockhart never leaves his book.

"It's all bragging. If he's really that powerful, how could he not be able to deal with a few Cornish elves!"

"That's right! If I had known that he had built the club, I would definitely not have come."

"Me too!"

The crowd below was talking a lot. Seeing that many people were about to leave, Lockhart hurriedly brought out Snape to calm the situation.

"Let me introduce my assistant to you!"

"Professor Snape!"

As soon as the voice fell, Snape came from the other end of the stage.

His face was as black as charcoal.

Obviously he was very dissatisfied with this arrangement.

Lockhart didn't seem to notice this and continued to talk to himself: "Professor Snape is willing to cooperate with me to complete a small demonstration."

"But don't worry, I will never hurt your Potions Professor."

"Don't be afraid!"

It's over, something's going to happen!

Argus closed his eyes and even thought about how many people would sit at the table at Lockhart's table.

As the student who had the most contact with Snape, Argus clearly sensed that Snape was trying his best to restrain his desire to take action.

It is not difficult to judge from his ability to sneak attack and kill Flitwick in the later period!

Snape's strength is probably the highest level except for the great wizards such as Dumbledore and Voldemort.

If he really fights with Lockhart, it should be 30-70.

Lockhart has seven ways of death in three minutes.

Snape didn't say a word from beginning to end. He silently drew out his wand, held it upright in front of his chest and swung it hard.

Bowed and turned around.

Each of them came to a corner of the stage.

"One, two, three!"

Lockhart had just posed, and the countdown ended. A dazzling light was like the sun, illuminating the entire auditorium. People couldn't open their eyes.

And rushed towards Lockhart.

He didn't even have time to react before he was directly knocked out.

He fell to the ground and couldn't stand up for a long time.

Only at this moment did Snape's chanting come out.

"Expelliarmus!"

For the first time, Argus knew that magic could be cast first and then chanted.

The crowd was silent for a moment.

Then a shocking discussion broke out!

The Slytherins' cheeks flushed with excitement, and they kept clapping for their dean.

Draco's hands turned red from clapping!

Some little witches were so anxious that they jumped up and down, worrying about Lockhart.

"Ahem! Ugh!"

Lockhart was almost vomited by Snape.

He stood up with all his strength, and said stubbornly: "Don't blame me for being direct, Professor Snape."

"I was just demonstrating just now. Your intention was too obvious, and I saw through it at a glance."

"If I want to stop it, it would be easy!"

Snape's mouth twitched, and he didn't want to listen to the other party's bragging anymore, so he interrupted directly.

"Perhaps, we should teach students how to resist evil curses."

"This will be more effective."

As he said, he took out his wand again.

Lockhart's face changed, fearing that he would do it again.

He took two steps back unconsciously.

After realizing his own gaffe, he quickly said, "This is indeed a good suggestion, Professor Snape!"

"Let's find a pair of volunteers to demonstrate first."

"Potter, come up!"

Seeing Harry walk onto the stage, Snape spoke with ill intentions.

"I recommend a student from my college."

"Argus Grindelwald!"

Argus sighed slightly.

Alas!

I knew I couldn't escape.

With a levitation spell, he flew to the center of the stage.

With his appearance.

The scene once again caused a round of cheers.

Especially the Slytherins, they wanted to howl until their voices were hoarse!

A group of little witches had their eyes shining.

Lockhart was jealous.

In comparison, Harry seemed to be crying without tears.

The shadow of the trophy room last year is still vivid.

Neither he nor Ron is Argus's opponent, not to mention that he is the only one now!

Will he be hammered from the sky?

He turned around and looked at Lockhart for help, but Lockhart was so eager to compete that he had no time to pay attention to him.

In desperation, he could only bite the bullet!

Argus walked to the center of the stage, bowed, and turned to the edge.

As Lockhart counted down one, two, three, it ended.

A light yellow beam of light was emitted from his wand!

"Hanging upside down!"

Harry didn't have time to react, and he didn't even raise his wand, and was hung upside down in the air.

The whole person was shaking and struggling like a silkworm pupa.

Snape finally had a smile on his face.

His eyes were full of pleasure!

Indistinctly, this hanging face seemed to merge with the familiar face in his memory.

Similar scenes had appeared in his fantasy more than once.

Now, it has finally come true!

Looking at Snape's absent-minded eyes, Argus couldn't help but mourn for Harry in his heart.

Who let you have such a father who cheated his son!

School bullying and robbing childhood sweethearts!

If I don’t mess with you, who else should I mess with?